by Between Lines
She's a cleric. She's a girl. And she can't evolve. And she hates it. Ever since she gained her class, Naia has chafed under the System. Blessed (cursed) with the cleric class, she has been left at the beck and call of the gods, forced to meet their whims or have her powers stripped from her as punishment. But as the old saying goes, "when gods give you lemons, you find a new god." And Naia just found one who might give her everything she wants. Provided she's not too attached to her humanity. Which she's not.
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